sluggish, semi-stagnant
the water in Haitian gutters,
small gullets, trickles green,
sewerage green, here even
the dirt is poor and
there is a cloying dullness
camouflaging even strongly
persistent colors
in squared, white walled
cemeteries
funeral flowers are made of
painted iron/ i see no roses
rising through this Port
Au Prince poverty
i hesitate to take pictures
it is like thievery
almost like
i am stealing precious light
that these, my brothers and sister,
need to live
IRON FLOWERS A POETIC REPORT ON A VISIT TO HAITI, Kalamu ya Salaam.


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3 comments:
Beautiful poem you found there, I recall clearly the metal decorations in cemeteries in Haiti, and photographed quite a few. What a nightmare there now...
Absolutely exquisite. This post is going in my Voltaire's Quote Box in my blog sidebar.
Have a peaceful weekend.
Thank you for sharing this powerful poem and its source. Despite everything, there is still so much beauty in Haiti.
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